I am so grateful to be running again, and I'm blown away by how quickly my legs came back. I just can't help but be surprised every time I have a good, strong, fast run. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
When I ran on Wednesday, for example, I fell into a rhythm that felt comfortably challenging but not really hard. I glanced at my watch and realized this "comfortably challenging" pace was 8:55.
|I mean...this didn't feel easy but it certainly didn't feel hard either.|
In a race situation, I can apparently still bust out those paces. But on a random Wednesday night run? When I was just running by feel? That's...bizarre. I wasn't even holding those paces pre-compartment syndrome! This run left me feeling so grateful and filled with joy, and honesty a little gobsmacked.
To be honest, I haven't been paying much attention to my paces during my runs, only after. I still feel like I'm in recovery so trying to aim for specific speeds and distances isn't a priority. Maybe that's been paying off.
I simply can't wrap my head around the fact that this is reality now. I just hope it keeps progressing this way, and soon my reaction won't be shock and the need to reflect on where I've been and where I could go. I'm tired of the reflection, I'm tired of the topic, but it's where I am right now.
Running has changed me. It has made me brave and resilient. It has taught me how to fail gracefully and learn from that failure. It has given me confidence and self-understanding. It has made me reflective and introspective. Because I know I can do the impossible, I now have a deeper belief in what others can accomplish, too. Running has made me strong in my mind and my body. It has given me so much and changed me so deeply. That, friends, is #whyimove. 💕🏃🏻♀️